TW: A LOT of smut/nsfw in this chapter, and a brief description of violence/murder and death

Miguel's Perspective

Miguel often had nightmares about her. The dreams would often be about her disappearing, he would be wandering around helplessly, trying to find her. The others would be terrible and more violent; he would dream of losing control and becoming completely feral and would hurt or kill her. The dreams would always end in the same, agonizing way: by him sinking his teeth into her jugular, not to pump her full of paralyzing venom, but to sever her carotid artery. She couldn't scream or move, he would feel her twitch until she went lifeless. He would wake up drenched in sweat every time, his heart hammering so hard in his chest he swore he would eventually flatline. These terrible dreams are part of the reason he pushed her away, scared to death that it would come true.

But this time Miguel didn't wake up from fear. With her body pressed up against his in his bed, his dreams took a turn for the erotic.

He dreamed of being on top of her naked body, thrusting inside of her. She was smiling, her body writhing with pleasure under him, her eyes closed, her head rocking with the movement, her breasts bouncing. He had heard from women in the past that his size would cause them discomfort at times, but she took it so well, her walls clenching around him, her legs wrapped around his waist. She was more than beautiful, her entire presence both physically and mentally was luminous. He loved to watch her and listen to her moan, there was nothing more in this world he wanted to do than please her.

Miguel… oh my god, Miguel…

The way she said his name, so airy and breathless, full of satisfaction... He couldn't contain himself any longer.

He woke up with a start, the dream fading away as his eyes adjusted to his dark room. Light from Nueva York shone through his window, his terminal by his bed glowing faintly. She was still next to him with her back toward him, sleeping peacefully. He felt soaked, but not from sweat. He lifted the blanket to see that he had ejaculated into his boxers.

He fully sat up, burying his face in his hands as he gathered himself. She had no idea the hold she had on him, so much so he could feel his attention on his work start to wane slightly. He was supposed to be figuring out the situation with Gwen and her friend Miles, the kid who was causing him so much grief at the moment. Now his focus was on providing and protecting her and preparing himself to be a father again.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She smiled sleepily over at him, practically swimming in one of his oversized shirts - he swore he had to remember to breathe for a second. Even now she was so beautiful to him, the image of her in his dream still etched clearly into his memory. He wanted her. Bad.

"You okay?" She asked, drowsily.

"Yes, I'm fine, mi vida. I'm sorry I woke you up." He apologized, leaning in to give her a kiss on the forehead. "You should go back to sleep."

Her hand accidentally brushed against his boxers, she made a face, still half awake and trying to process.

"Did you pee your pants or something?" She asked.

He couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a little embarrassed and exposed.

"No, of course not. I had a dream about you and woke up like this." He admitted.

"Oh… oh."

The realization made her eyes widen. She glanced down at his boxers, seeing that he was hard made her shyly avert her eyes, rubbing the back of her neck. She was so cute he couldn't take it right now.

"Sorry I disturbed you." He apologized, his face growing hot.

She shook her head. In the darkness she crept her hand under the blankets, and found his erection. Her touch made him shudder with excitement.

"Oh don't tease me now, I won't be able to take it." He warned, his breath hitching.

"You're so tense, Miguel. Let me help." She soothed, her hands pulling his boxers down.

She stroked him up and down for a minute, he leaned back down into the bed and let her. She stopped to climb on top of him, her loose fitting, tiny shorts being the barrier between his erection and herself.

"What are you doing? You're pregnant." He said softly, taking her hands.

"I may have asked Lyla earlier to do some research for me about being intimate while pregnant." She sheepishly replied.

Miguel groaned (mostly playfully) knowing Lyla would never let him live it down. He let go of her hands and held onto her hips. The friction of her sitting on his erection was driving him wild. She started to grind on him slowly, biting her lip to suppress a devious grin.

"You play too much." He moaned.

She tried to laugh it off, but he could tell by the change in her concentration, and how she started to get into a rhythm that it was starting to arouse her. He reached for one of her breasts, her nipples were hard under the fabric of his shirt. She whimpered at his touch, her neck craning back, her hands pressing into his chest - he was in heaven.

He reached under her borrowed shirt, groping both of her breasts, his thumbs making circles around her sensitive areas. She leaned into him more, yearning for his touch. The new fullness of her breasts excited him, he liked how they felt in his hands; he liked how her wider hips centered above his; he liked how she was always glowing, lighting up every room she walked into. Pregnancy just looked good on her.

"Miguel…" she whimpered again.

He had a flashback to the dream, and he swore he could've come all over again just from the sound of her voice. He could feel her getting wet, soaking through her shorts. He didn't feel comfortable penetrating her at the moment, but he wanted to keep pleasing her, and being stimulated himself. He wrapped his arms around her back, sliding her more upward and bringing her further down to his body. He lifted the shirt up further, exposing her breasts, then took one of them in his mouth. She started squirming and moaning more, but he held her in place, sucking and grazing her nipple with his tongue. With his free hand he caressed her other breast, rubbing her nipple in tiny circles.

"Please, Miguel, please…" She pleaded, wanting more.

She was getting louder, which is what he wanted. He didn't care if anyone could hear her wailing from his room. He wanted her to shout his name from the rooftops if that's what it took. He continued to alternate between sucking on either breast, she was getting close to climaxing, he could feel it, but he didn't want her to finish yet.

"Hang on," Miguel said, sitting up fully. "Lay on your back for a second."

She did as he said, trying to catch her breath. He repositioned himself, reaching for her shorts and pulling them off. He lifted her back up to a sitting position, easily maneuvering her how he wanted her. He held onto her as he laid back down on his back, having her scoot across his chest and to his face.

"You're so wet," he commented.

Her smile was a bit lopsided, love-drunk. "What do you want me to do?"

"Sit on my face."

She obliged, letting him move her up further. He was now in between her legs, holding onto her thighs as she fully sat upright. He went to work with his tongue, savoring how she tasted and how much she continued to squirm. His grip on her thighs was tight, so she couldn't scoot away. He had her right where he wanted her. Although his hearing was a bit more muffled now, he could hear her yelling out with pleasure. Making her feel this good might as well be a drug to him now, a drug that he found could be more addicting than Rapture.

She had climaxed at last, he could feel her muscles tighten and pulse, and feel her body begin to sway from both relief and exhaustion. He let go of her thighs, allowing her to scoot downward. She laid down fully on top of him, shivering, her head tucked under his chin. He cradled her, stroking her back from under the shirt.

"You did so well, mi vida. You did amazing." He praised, panting.

She whimpered in response, nuzzling herself further into him. Her heart was beating so fast, he could feel it as her body was pressed against his. His other hand cradled the nape of her neck, stroking her so she could relax.

Eventually her breathing slowed. She had fallen asleep. He was careful to lift her off of him, placing her comfortably beside him, making sure her pillow was positioned in a way so her neck wouldn't get stiff. He pulled the blanket back over her. He laid beside her, watching her sleep soundly for a while, not able to fall back asleep himself.

He thought to himself how insanely stupid he was for pushing her away for so long. Looking at her now, he was never more sure of something in his life.

Reader's perspective

The sun from outside was creeping into the room, making me wake up from a very restful sleep, in fact I can't remember the last time I slept that well. Something was cooking and it smelled amazing. I sat up, rubbing my eyes - the natural sunlight was bright as hell. I could hear two people talking from the kitchen.

I stood up, realizing I still didn't have any pants on, and I felt sticky and sweaty. I knew I looked an absolute mess, what who wouldn't after last night?

I dug through his dresser drawers, found another t-shirt, and grabbed a clean pair of underwear out of my backpack. Most of my clothes, including my Spider suit, were being washed with Miguel's washer and dryer. I had never seen an apartment so big, and having an in unit washer and dryer just seemed so luxurious to me. I went to the bathroom, which looked so sterile and clean, cast with chrome, and turned on the shower. He taught me how to use it the day before, and I'm glad because this was some futuristic looking shit. All these knobs and multiple shower heads? So confusing.

I stripped down and got in the shower, washing my body quickly and in between my legs, my head still feeling too heavy from drowsiness. I got out of the shower and saw my reflection. There were faint bite marks on my boobs, already fading but they were there.

"Good lord, Miguel," I mumbled to myself.

I put some body lotion on, having flashbacks of last night. She had no idea what came over him, but he definitely did what needed to be done. I had never been pleased like that before, and I hadn't seen him that horny, either. When we first had sex in my apartment, it was great, amazing even, but this was on a different level. He didn't even penetrate me last night and I still had a full blown orgasm.

I dressed myself, feeling myself start to get flustered just from the memory. I left the bathroom and padded my way to the kitchen. Miguel was cooking, going over something with Lyla.

Lyla spotted me walking in, a devilish smile plastered on her virtual face.

"Well, well, well." She giggled.

"Okay, Samara." I deadpanned, entering further into the kitchen.

"What?" Miguel questioned.

"Old horror movie from my world, never mind." I waved off, making my way over to Miguel to see what he was cooking.

"I hope you have an appetite. I've got scrambled eggs and Gordita de Harina. I brewed some decaf coffee for you, it's in the coffee pot over there if you want some." Miguel said, pointing everything out with a spatula.

"You made me breakfast?" I wondered aloud, touched.

"I told you I would cook you something."

"So, when's the wedding?" Lyla interjected.

Miguel and I both started to protest and deny, but her laughter had cut us off. Who knew an AI could joke so much, but I think she had a point. Miguel told her he would go over the "plan" later for Earth 1610 later (whatever that meant), and how he would have a meeting with Jess and the others. He dismissed her, and went back to concentrating on his cooking.

"Busy work day?" I asked.

He groaned slightly: "You have no idea."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"I just need you to eat and rest, we need to make sure you're getting enough nutrition."

He made me a plate, it honestly smelled amazing. I sat down and immediately started shoveling food into my mouth. The man could really cook.

"This is so good ," I moaned.

"Slow down, it's not going anywhere." He chuckled, sitting across from me at his kitchen table.

"So, did I help you last night?" I asked after a minute of prolonged silence.

"Hmm?"

"To ease your tension." I asked, putting my hand up to the side of my mouth like I was whispering some juicy gossip into his ear.

He smirked, taking a sip of coffee.

"I'm serious, I was trying to help you out after you woke up with that wet dream." I returned his smirk.

"I almost gave you another baby."

I nearly choked on my food. I know he was doing it on purpose to mess with me and return my energy, but part of me knew he was probably telling the truth. My face felt hot, and I know he likes watching me shift around in my seat, clearly flustered. He laughed, getting up from his side of the table and coming around toward me. He leaned in, kissing me on the forehead. He smelled like cooking spices and coffee, it mixed in with his familiar musk. I looked up at him, wanting to take it all in.

"I have to get ready, I'll see you in a bit." He said, his tone low and soothing.

He kissed me on the mouth, lingering there for a little longer than I expected. He tasted like coffee. He pulled away, ruffled my hair with his coffee-mug-free hand with a playful smile before he left the kitchen.

Notes:

I'm curious if anyone has caught on that every chapter is a song title lol (even the name of the story itself)